Objective #1. Find a pair of strappy, dressy heels for RWA Awards Ceremony.
Please. This was child's play. Done.
Objective #2: Buy a pair of cute, but sensible, shoes with a low heel suitable for walking long distances in hotel halls and on the streets of NYC.
Friends, the plan went awry.
The moment I walked through the doors of DSW, I knew I was in trouble. To my ears, the muzak piped through the speakers was a chorus of angels singing. As I roamed the aisles, smelling that new shoe smell, I slipped into a zombie-like trance.
I lost sight of the goal. Decidedly impractical shoes made their way into my shopping bag.
I'm weak. But I'm a happy girl.
Mission accomplished.
2 comments:
What cute shoes! They'll look great on you. I'm eager to see the outfits they go with, too, which I will. Soon. It's not long until I see you. NYC, here we come!
Boo Hoo. I went to DSW too but my old teacher's feet can't wear heels like that anymore.
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